"Hera, how could you let this happen?"

Hera sighed deeply. "Don't ask me! Just… help me get rid of it before he sees!"

Hermes looked at her in shock. "It's a she, not an it."

She glared at him. "Just get her away from Olympus!" She hissed. "And quickly!"

"Her father is dead, Hera! Where is she supposed to go?"

"I don't care! Just get her away before Zeus finds out!"

Hermes gently took the basket with a sigh. The tiny demigod squirmed inside. Her little eyes were squeezed shut, her small fingers opening and closing every so often. He smiled at her.

"Very well, Hera." He said calmly. "But she can't stay hidden forever."

"I'll never claim her." She replied coldly. "Zeus never has to know."

Hermes sighed again and nodded. He disappeared in a flash of light.

Erin slowly got to her feet and walked to the door. It was nearly midnight, and she knew there was only one person who would knock this late.

"Hermes?" She asked as she opened the door.

But the messenger god was not there. Instead, there was a little golden basket on the doorstep.

She swallowed. There was a note tucked into the bundle that was squirming inside the basket. She carefully took the basket and its contents inside.

She placed the basket on the couch and pulled out the note. She ripped it open with shaking hands. She had to read it through at least four times before she really understood what it said.

Erin,

I'm so sorry about what happened to Sandra. I really did love her. I wanted to be there when she died, but it was impossible.

I know that this child can never replace our daughter. But she has no home, no life, no future. And I completely trust you with this.

If you don't want her, I can take her back, try and find another home. But I'm losing hope. You're one of the only people I can count on.

Please just try and take care of her for me? She needs you.

-Hermes

P.S. Her name is Revanche.

Erin swallowed and looked at the little bundle, wrapped in golden blankets and smiling in her sleep. Her heart melted, and she took the small child out of the basket.

She looked back at the note again. Revanche.

She shivered and looked at the baby. It looked back. She had brilliant chestnut eyes that stared at Erin with an almost adult intelligence.

Revanche. Erin knew what it meant. Hermes had once taken her to Paris and taught her French, a skill which was useful now.

Erin knew the darker side to her new daughter's name.

Revanche. Revenge.

Twelve Years Later

"Revanche! Could you please come inside?"

I sighed. "Just a minute?"

"No. Now."

I rolled my eyes, but obeyed.

My mother sighed deeply as I came in. "Look at this. You're hair is a mess."

I struggled away from my mom, who was trying to straighten my impossible brown curls for the millionth time. "I'll fix it in a minute."

Erin looked at me for a long time. Finally, she sighed. "Hurry up and finish packing. We'll be leaving soon."

I felt the color drain from my cheeks. "Crap, I totally forgot about that…"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Come on." She said at last, sounding extremely worn out. "I'll help you."

I blushed. I felt bad for making her situation even worse, but I really had forgotten…

See, I had to go to this orientation at school today. It wasn't really at the school; it was in an old camp that no one had ever heard of and were likely to get lost at. But this school hadn't kicked me out yet, so I was happy enough.

We hurriedly fixed my hair and packed; it was a three day trip. Well, she did most of the packing. I wasn't exactly… organized, and she was a neat-freak, so it wasn't a good combination with something like packing.

As the bright yellow bus pulled up, my mom kissed the top of my head. Her eyes were hollow, almost as though she never expected to see me again. My mom gets these weird moods like that sometimes.

I waved from the window and sat back in my seat. Great. A new year, a new school, and I knew absolutely no one. I could already hear people giggling behind me, could see fingers pointing. I closed my eyes and ignored them, just like I always did.

After all, it wasn't my fault my last school's science lab had blown up.

"Hi."

I cracked one eye open. A girl with blonde hair and grey eyes stared back at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

She smiled. "I was wondering if this seat was taken."

I shrugged. "Help yourself."

She did exactly that. A boy who had been behind her sat down in the seat across from us.

"I'm Annabeth, by the way." She held out a hand. "Annabeth Chase."

I took it. "Revanche. Revanche Thorsen."

She smiled. "That's a nice name."

"So's Annabeth." I said with a shrug.

She grinned. "Thanks!"

I sighed. She was way too perky.

"I'm Percy." The boy next to her piped up. "Percy Jackson."

"Revanche."

He smiled. "So I heard." He held out a hand.

I shook it, reaching over Annabeth to do so. She didn't seem to mind.

"So, Revanche. You been here before?" Percy asked.

I shrugged. "Never. Brand new."

"Us, too." Annabeth said.

I shrugged. It was possible, even if they looked older than me. I was only a freshman, after all (I'd skipped ahead a few times, though not by choice. I'd had good enough grades, despite the dyslexia, and my mother had forced me ahead in school), and this was high school.

"So…" I trailed off. I might have been moved forward in school, but I still had a bit of a knack for getting in trouble. Temper issues, mainly. If someone said the wrong thing, I could not be held responsible for what my fists did.

"What made you want to go here?" Annabeth asked.

I shrugged. "Got kicked out of all the others."

She exchanged a meaningful look with Percy, a look I didn't particularly like. "Us, too." Percy said.

I felt an eyebrow rise. "Really?"

He chuckled. "Yep."

"Huh."

He looked at me. "Revanche, how old are you?"

I shrugged. "Thirteen?"

Annabeth looked surprised. "And you're a freshman?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Skip a few years?"

I nodded again.

Percy looked at her. "And you don't…" His eyebrows furrowed. "Hmm…"

"Don't what?"

He smiled. "Never mind. It was nothing."

I tried to talk again, but Annabeth changed the subject quickly. "So, what's your favorite subject?"

I shrugged. "Um, history, probably. I like mythology, so… yeah…"

The others exchanged looks again.

"You won't be liking it so much soon…" Percy muttered.

"What do you me…?"

I didn't get to finish, though, because the bus came to a sudden stop, sending all of us lurching forward.

"Why don't we move a few seats back?" Annabeth asked, looking sick. "At least we'll have something to stop us if that happens again…"

I nodded; I hated seats in the front. There was nothing to catch you if the bus stopped suddenly like that, which was rare, but it did happen.

We talked the whole way there, about normal, unextrodinary things. When the bus finally rolled to a stop, we all threw our backpacks over our shoulders and went outside together.